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Letterboxd:

You probably first heard about the Fyre Festival on April 27, 2017, when the Sauron’s Eye of Twitter’s attention turned itself towards the Bahamian island of Great Exuma. A horde of millennials — lured south by a legion of social media influencers, supermodels, and the seductive promise of Blink-182 — thought they were about to become the Lewis’ and Clarks of a new Coachella. Alas, such dreams of a hedonistic beach weekend were soon dashed, as a quick look at the FEMA-quality festival grounds made it clear that these eager party-seekers were more like the Donner Party of tech start-up fiascos.

There were no bands. There was no food. Emily Ratajkowski, Bella Hadid, and the other stars of Fyre’s promotional material were nowhere to be found. A picture of a sad cheese sandwich went viral as the internet exploded with stories about finance bros and duck-faced girls being trapped in a prison of their own indulgences. If schadenfreude were a fuel source, that one day could have powered our planet for 1,000 years. Now, thanks to Netflix, there’s a movie about it.